It was yet another day where you found yourself once more waiting outside of Shoko's clinic.

It had become a habit—you would fake your injuries and, sometimes, even let yourself get hurt on purpose during fights just so you could go visit her. After all, you rarely had the chance to talk with her nowadays since she spent most of her time locked up in her job.

Once you were the only one left in the waiting room, Shoko came out of her clinic, looking at you with a sense of disbelief as she announced it was your turn. As you went in, she closed the door behind the two of you and you both sat on the comfortable chairs in the room, sitting across from eachother.

The only thing separating you was the table on which she rested her arms. She exhaled, starting the conversation with a straightforward question: "How come you're here again? This is the fourth time in the week I've seen you in here. And I doubt that you can get injured that often… What? Got a crush on me or something?"

Shoko articulated in a resolute tone, her words met with a deliberate pause as she awaited your response. But whether she was actually annoyed or not… Who knew?